Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 72 71. Enthusiastic Professors and Professor Trelawney's Prophecy
"Then you have to keep working hard." Not knowing what Harry was thinking, Professor McGonagall curled her lips, as if she was smiling. "I suggest you start submitting articles to various magazines now. A new type of magic like elements will surely cause widespread discussion among wizards. They can help you."

"I'll submit it, thank you, Professor McGonagall," Harry said seriously.

"How about taking some time out?" Professor Flitwick also came over and said, he looked very excited, "Can I discuss this elemental magic with you? Damn, even after drinking two bottles of Earth Soul Bond Potion, I still can't see what you said the Earth Soul looks like. This is really a bummer - Harry, if I drink two more bottles, will I really have diarrhea at night?"

Touching his belly, the lively old professor with fairy blood did not look very good.

"Well, I guess so," Harry said, trying not to laugh. "Also, there's no problem in discussing elemental magic together. In fact, I'm also studying how to use spells to control elemental forces. If you can help, I think we can avoid a lot of detours."

"Then it's settled." Professor Flitwick patted Harry's... forearm happily, and then said seriously: "As for now, I think I have to go back quickly - to be honest, I think I can hear my stomach rumbling."

He was not joking. Professor Flitwick said goodbye on the spot. Even his quick walk back to the castle looked hurried. This made the other professors couldn't help laughing.

Regarding this new type of magic that Harry demonstrated today, almost all the professors were thinking about what kind of connection elemental magic could have with their own majors.

For example, Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, asked Harry questions over and over again, but she was more concerned about whether the earth element could play a special role in the growth of herbs.

Harry's answer was - yes, but not much.

Many people mistakenly believe that shamans are similar to druids, and this is even true for some shamans, but there are differences between the two.

Shamans do not always remain in a peaceful state, and unlike druids, they do not have a fanatical obsession with the harmony of nature. Shamans only care about the order of elements, and for this reason they will even eliminate some elements that intentionally destroy the world in advance. As for whether nature is harmonious or not, it is actually not important.

Druids can make seeds germinate, grow, bloom and bear fruit in an instant and control the power of life and death and reincarnation, but shamans cannot do such things.

It is difficult to say which of these two professions has a higher status and is more meaningful. After all, when it comes to restoring the land polluted by demons or repairing the damage caused to Azeroth by those enemies, the Earthen Ring representing the Shamans and the Cenarion Circle representing the Druids usually act together.

The shamans are responsible for restoring the elemental order of that area, revitalizing the polluted land, making the dead air flow again, and removing abnormal pollution. At the same time, the druids will gradually purify the pollution in these lands, allowing green grass and trees to reappear on the ravaged land.

In general, the relationship between the two is a mutually reinforcing partnership.

But there were no druids around Harry now, so he could only tell Professor Sprout with regret that the earth element could only make the land in the school greenhouse more fertile and make the climate more suitable.

——In fact, these things can already be done by spells and potions themselves, but it will be easier to achieve them through the power of the earth element.

"That's pretty good, kid," Professor Sprout said cheerfully. "You don't know how much money the school spends on those seven greenhouses every year."

"Like importing dragon manure from Romania as fertilizer?" Harry joked, remembering the children who had mental breakdowns from shoveling dragon manure during the Great Detention.

"It's not just dragon dung." Perhaps thinking of the same thing, Professor Sprout smiled even more happily, "The seeds of various herbs, and the special environment they need to grow in. Some herbs even have to have the soil they grow in replaced after planting because it's full of toxins. Re-fertilizing the soil is a huge expense, and it also requires potions, which is also a lot of money."

When talking about herbology, Professor Sprout suddenly became talkative.

"So can Principal Dumbledore save this money for me first? If Hogwarts really offers a Shamanism class in the future, he can give it to me to buy teaching aids," Harry joked.

"Oh, that won't do." Professor Sprout shook his head pretending to be stingy and suddenly looked at Headmaster Dumbledore. "I think the money saved can be used to build the eighth greenhouse. What do you think, Albus?"

When Harry turned around, he saw Dumbledore taking a piece of candy from his pocket and putting it in his mouth. He looked like he was talking excitedly with Professor McGonagall, as if he didn't hear the call from here.

"Well, I guess he means he doesn't want to," Professor Sprout said humorously, shrugging at Harry.

Harry gave a polite, non-awkward smile.

At this point, the first class of the Shaman Club was successfully concluded. Harry mingled with a group of professors, listening to them chatting with each other and discussing what they had seen today, while walking towards the castle.

To be honest, Harry felt a little sorry that Quirrell had already returned to the castle with the large group of students. After all, he really wanted to hear Quirrell... or rather, Voldemort's thoughts on today's class.

Well, after all, although Voldemort’s character wasn’t very good, he still had some magical power.

"Harry?"

Suddenly he heard Dumbledore's voice. Harry turned around and saw that Dumbledore had fallen to the back with a strange professor, and was waving his hand, indicating that he should go first.

It can be seen that these two people deliberately fell behind. It didn't take long for the other professors to be far away from Harry and the other two.

"I think I need to introduce you first, Harry. This is Professor Trelawney, who teaches Divination at Hogwarts. It's an elective course for third-year students," Dumbledore introduced the woman next to him. "She has something she wants to say to you."

"Nice to meet you, Professor Trelawney," Harry nodded and said, "I've heard of you before."

Although it is not good to hear, especially those senior students, when they seek divination from Harry, they basically complain about Professor Trelawney, and even say that she is a liar.

It is also notorious.

Of all the people Harry knew, only Dumbledore had ever said anything good about Professor Trelawney, and according to the seniors, even Professor McGonagall didn't like her colleague very much.

She has long, fluffy golden hair that is slightly curled at the ends. She wears a pair of black-framed glasses that take up almost a quarter of her face. Around her neck are densely packed chains and beads, and on her head is a red headscarf with yellow-green stripes. Overall, she looks like a gypsy witch.

Mysterious - For someone who knows nothing about divination, Professor Trelawney couldn't be more like a prophet.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore... Can I talk to this child alone?" Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, and try to speak several times but failed. Suddenly, Professor Trelawney turned her head and said.

"Of course," Headmaster Dumbledore blinked and said, "I'll just look at the night view over there. I have to say that the sky has been very clear these past few nights, and the stars are very beautiful."

Instead of being angry about being driven away, Dumbledore happily went to the other side.

"So what do you want to say to me, Professor?" Harry retracted his gaze and asked, "If you need any help, I would be happy to help you within my ability."

"Help?" Trelawney stared at Harry, muttering, "Yes, help, you can really help me..."

"professor?"

"Ah!" Trelawney rubbed her temple as if she was suddenly awakened. "Sorry, I just wanted to take a look... They all said that you are very good at divination, very clear, you can predict whatever you want, and it always comes true."

"As far as I know, there is still one missing." Harry thought for a moment and said, "Professor, do you want me to do divination for you once?"

"Divination for me? No, no!" Professor Trelawney shook her head desperately. "It is a shame for a prophet to let others divine for him. Even I would never do that - do you know the Trelawney family? Or Cassandra Trelawney?" "I have seen a Greek myth with this name," Harry said simply. "She was a princess of Troy and a priestess of Apollo. She had the ability to predict the future because of Apollo's gift, but she resisted Apollo and was punished for that. Although she could accurately predict the future, no one would believe her."

"Muggles are exaggerating," Professor Trelawney quickly commented on the story Harry told her. "Some wizard legends are indeed circulated among Muggles, but Cassandra Trelawney is indeed my grandmother. She is a very talented prophet, and I am her great-great-granddaughter."

It was actually not difficult for Professor Trelawney to talk about these things, because many years ago, she had tried to use the name of her ancestors to find a job, but unfortunately, in the end only Dumbledore kept her.

"So?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I think - I mean -" Professor Trelawney took a few quick breaths here. She looked like she was struggling, but finally said dejectedly: "I have seen you fortune-telling for others... that kind of water curtain, very strange divination... it is simply enviable."

"I guess you already know how most students see me, a cheater, a liar..." Professor Trelawney said softly, "I tried to use my third eye to observe you. You do have a gift - there is no fog around you, and I..."

Professor Trelawney looked very depressed. Harry even thought that she was a little self-destructive. At least some of her words seemed to be venting.

"From what I know, Headmaster Dumbledore trusts you very much," Harry thought for a moment and said, "He thinks you have real ability."

"Ah, Dumbledore is like this," Professor Trelawney showed a confused expression, "I don't know why he trusted me so much, especially when I couldn't find a job at all, he was willing to open a new course for me in Hogwarts."

"Because you once made a prophecy, and that prophecy came true, and it was witnessed by Headmaster Dumbledore himself - that's why he trusts you so much." Harry said calmly: "It's very simple logic."

"Did I?" Professor Trelawney herself was even more confused than Harry. "But I don't remember. I have no impression. I - anyway, I heard students say that as long as they become shamans, they can all tell fortunes. So today I -"

Professor Trelawney seemed to mumble something in her throat, but Harry could not hear it clearly.

Unlike most students who changed their minds after witnessing the elemental power of a shaman displayed by Harry today, Professor Trelawney came today only for divination.

Perhaps it was to learn, or perhaps it was to draw lessons from, in any case Professor Trelawney wanted to get rid of the reputation of a liar - no one would like to be called that by students, otherwise she would not have stayed away from her colleagues for a long time and locked herself in the tower all day drinking.

But unfortunately, Harry did not mention divination today, but instead demonstrated a completely different kind of magic.

Very, very powerful.

It was also because of this that Professor Trelawney believed even more that Harry could really do divination at will - it was a pity that she also drank two bottles of Earth Bond potion today but gained nothing.

What she longed for was right before her eyes, but she could not obtain it because she lacked talent—talent, talent! Trelawney hated the word! !

Well, if Hermione were here, she would definitely feel a sense of sympathy for Professor Trelawney.

"So, you want to become a shaman and have the ability to divine at will, and also become a real Divination professor, right?" Harry asked seriously.

"...Yes" After struggling for a few seconds, Professor Trelawney nodded.

"No problem," Harry said simply, "I'm happy to help you, professor, but before the elements revive to a certain level, I'm afraid you won't be able to become a shaman, and I won't be able to teach you my prophecy magic."

"Really?" As if relieved, Professor Trelawney said excitedly: "Then when will I - I mean - thank you! What price do I need to pay? Gold? Or jewels?"

"No need." Harry shook his head and said, "If you can master my prophecy magic, then I will be the one who is happy - if you can go further on this basis, then I will very much welcome you to come and discuss it with me."

"By the way, please wear these horns, Professor." Suddenly thinking of something, Harry took out a pair of horns from his dragon skin bag and said, "They can help you get in touch with the elements better. I'll ask someone to send you the Earth Spirit Bond potion later. Remember to stay calm and don't be impatient."

"Of course! Of course I will!" Professor Trelawney looked a little trembling, and she said excitedly, "You really have the same broad mind as Professor Dumbledore, Harry! Thank you!"

Professor Trelawney wanted to extend her hand to shake hands with Harry, but the moment she extended her hand she realized that her palms were covered in sweat from excitement, so she quickly retracted her hand and wiped it on her skirt before extending it again.

"You're welcome, Professor - Professor?" Harry suddenly became serious, because the moment he shook Professor Trelawney's hand, the professor's body froze.

Her vision became empty in an instant, and the expression on her face disappeared. She grasped Harry's hand tightly, and her nails even dug into Harry's flesh.

"The child born in July will bring a new war."

Suddenly, Professor Trelawney spoke, her voice was very hoarse and very low, as if something was speaking through this flesh and blood.

Prophecy - prophecy peculiar to this world - prophecy of the wizarding world - Harry immediately realized what Professor Trelawney's current state meant.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Harry even held his breath and listened, fearing that he would wake Trelawney from this state.

And the prophecy continued, at a rapid pace, and the voice became deeper and deeper.

"...the Dark Lord was consumed by the past...and from his corpse a twisted flower bloomed..."

"…history that people have deliberately forgotten has resurfaced…"

"... the familiar has become unfamiliar... everything has changed beyond all recognition..."

"...The magic world will give birth to its own king...the flower that conquers darkness..."

"...war...war with the past...war with the present...war with the future..."

"…there can only be one winner…"

For a moment, the only sound was the cold November wind blowing across the grass, and then, as Harry watched, Professor Trelawney gave a start as if she had been awakened from a deep sleep, and the light in her eyes returned.

"Sorry!!" Trelawney let go of Harry's hand as if she had been electrocuted. She screamed in panic, "I didn't expect it. I'm sorry!"

She had noticed the bloody marks her nails had left on Harry's hands, and for a moment, panic seized her.

"That's not important." Not caring about the small wound, Harry took a step forward and asked, "Have you forgotten what happened just now?"

"You made a prophecy… Professor Trelawney."

(End of this chapter)